The spoken:
I have a mortgage.
I have to pay rent.
I have to put food on the table.
I have kids.
KIDS.
I’m (insert marginalized group in America) so I don’t have to speak up.
I have a JOB.
I have to eat.
My kids have to eat.
Kids.
KIDS.
kIDs.
The unspoken:
I have vacations.
Beach. Ski.
Yoga retreat.
Hiking.
Biking.
Jazzfest.
Myrtle Beach. Miami.
The Mall.
Parties.
Happy hours.
Corporate retreats.
The mix:
I’m overwhelmed.
I’m exhausted.
I have no control.
I didn’t do this.
It’s not my fault.
I can’t even look at the news.
It makes me feel bad.
What about MEEEEEEEEE?!?
Palestinian, Lebanese, Iranian, Congolese, Sudanese, Syrian, Venezuelan, Haitian, Cuban [fill in the blank with any and all countries with Black and brown humans] have homes, stomachs to fill, jobs, dreams, untaken vacations, aspirations, responsibilities…..KIDS KIDS KIDS. Americans aren’t the only ones with kids but we are the only ones who’ve chosen to allow our kids to be massacred by guns everywhere they go.
But what about MEEEEEEE?!?
While we watched or consciously chose not to watch Israel AND the US bomb, burn, behead, starve babies, children, adults, the elderly.
Centering OUR overwhelm, OUR rent, OUR jobs, OUR kids.
The absolute selfishness and narcissism of America.
Of Americans.
And NOW…. NOW… finally someone (IRAN!) is able and willing to fight back with a strategy (go figure) in the making for decades and Americans will feel it at HOME.
Until then, we just don’t give a shit.
This is the start. What’s coming is going to be unlike anything Americans have ever experienced. Empty 401ks, skyhigh inflation, the bombs of reality raining down on us.
And it’s TIME.
For us to get a taste of our own medicine.
Truly fuck America.
Fuck Americans.
Yes, including me.
WE ARE THE PROBLEM.
Gaza was the test.
And we failed it, miserably.
But at least you silent fucks were spared being called antisemitic, collected your bonuses and had a ball at the beach with your equally depraved buddies.
Until we shut it ALL down, we are the most evil and stupid humans to have ever lived.
Now, back to brunch.
**If you don’t see yourself here, feel free to keep moving.

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